made of lead, steel and moist aluminum



think there is evidence existence of wink thesis, double long heads and tall statures. neither of which have hearts where they should be, or proper knowledge of hollandaise sauce, at some establishments it tastes more like borax. a question mark rises in the rain, it reeks of human decay; asks about the reading list where meim kampf is representative of german literature, the diaries of christopher columbus, *the new land*, and myra breckenridge for all queens; its no wonder genocide is still such a popular stop. put up the shades and protect the meme. oh little car of my birthright, at 2% interest rate, lets pretend to be as happy as a mackerel, with aluminum icicles on our wing tips. say cheese please, feeling stuck, buy an adjective, use a crutch, walk an oscar wilde, take a ham to slaughter, double-cross a bass flute, surgically alter a rook with a digression on a dime. now, without going much further into household spells and heterosexual xerox machines lets make some death for the record, bloody sex vibraphone on a diode. did I mention toulouse lautrec? repeat after me; I will wear gold lame everyday to keep the the interior decorators away, as proper as a diary of small stops, and a preppy youth hair-trigger that everyone appreciates.